Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте)

Spellbound

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go. 

1. Mild the Mist upon the Hill
2. She Dried Her Tears
3. Self-Interrogation
4. The Wanderer from the Fold
5. That Wind I Used to Hear It Swelling

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